Ultimate Custom Night Active Roster:
Molten Freddy: 20
Bonnie: 5
Foxy: 10
Rockstar Foxy: 10
BB: 20
Phantom Freddy: 20

Man's P.O.V
I stumbled then sank to the ground, feeling dizzy. Other children were settling down, closing their eyes while grinning cheerfully.
How sickening.
I had to get William to realize who I was. Get him out without killing him. Was that possible? I didn't know, but I hope he will forgive me for my sins.
My eyelids were heavier than steel, slowly slipping shut despite my attempts to retaliate. I couldn't let myself kill William. I wouldn't play this game!
"Oh you won't? Then we'll make you." a voice hissed from beside me.
"W-who's there?" I demanded.
"You know who I am, don't you." the voice whispered. "Your old friend. And I won't leave you. Not anymore."
I tried to scream, but my voice failed me. I was paralyzed, unable to turn my head, as the voices surged in my brain.
"Michael...you can't hide from us...cut the cord here...we'll have so much fun together...kill him kill them all...spill the blood but not on the carpets...Michael...play time...you have to remove the screws that connect the foot pedal to the wires...Michael can you hear me?...WE'RE ALL A BIG HAPPY FAMILY AGAIN!"
I fell into the dark void of insanity once more, scrambling to regain control to no avail.

William's P.O.V
I flipped open the monitor once more, only to have Bonnie screech at an ear deafening volume before the cameras went dead.
Damn you Bonnie. This is why you're my least favorite.
A green parrot flew across the room, but I didn't touch it. Appeared to be a trap.
Balloon Boy stuck his fat head out of the right vent, seemingly requesting entry. My answer? A vent door to the face.
Phantom Freddy began to spawn in the corner of my eye, but I flashed him with my flashlight making him disappear.
I checked the monitor again. Nope still dead.
A jarring laugh from the upper vent nearly made me leap out of my swivel seat. I quickly shut the vent door and a thud sounded. He was gone. But why would he be back again?
Too damned impatient to kill me? Seemed like it.
I looked at my desk only to see Foxy's head, looking up at me eagerly. I reached over to throw it aside but he snapped at my hand. I drew back, stumbling but managing to not trip on my own feet.
Damn fox.
I threw the monitor at BB's head as he appeared in the right vent again, crushing the plastic brat into a ugly pancake. Problem one solved.
I lunged at the Foxy head on my desk and hurled it into the wall. It vanished into a puff of red smoke. A child's groan sounded afterwards, as if out of disappointment.
Little shits. If it's the bloody kids again I'll snap their necks like before. Wait...I used a knife. Forget it.
A laugh came from the vent again but I didn't register it, flashing the phantom fat bear before he attacked.
Suddenly, a twisted Freddy leaped out of the upper vent, landing on my head and forcing me to the floor.
"R-r-remember me?" Molten Freddy asked, his glowing, bright red eyes boring into mine.
I let out a muffled grunt, the best I could do for the tangle of wires was covering my mouth like a gag.
Molten giggled insanely, his voice glitching and cracking. "I always hated you! Such a pessimist! No fun!"
I tended to be quite the pessimist, especially with my condition, but I was perplexed by how this...thing knew so much. I tried to respond, but I was once again muffled.
Molten laughed hysterically then froze, his eyes flashing from red to purple. He then grabbed his twisted head with his...hands?
Quite puzzling.
Molten then looked up, his eyes now an unwavering hue of violet. "Y-you do remember me, right?" He rose, allowing me to stand.
That voice...it couldn't be...
"Michael?"